After returning home, Sophie Wilson went straight to her bedroom for an afternoon nap.
Since she had already moved the Wilson Clan out of her mind, Sophie wasn’t feeling sad anymore.
As for how the Wilson Clan was handling things, that was their business. She just wanted to rest comfortably now.
After resting for a day, the next evening, after dinner, she hurried off to the concert early.
There were already a few people scattered in the VIP seats, and Sophie handed Charles Seymour a lightstick.
Such a childish thing made Charles almost twitch his lips, but seeing Sophie’s excited eyes, he reluctantly accepted it.
"I brought some mosquito repellent for you," Sophie said as she sat down and sprayed it on Charles, "so you won’t get bitten."
"Do you singer that much?" Charles asked.
"I do!" Sophie nodded vigorously. "He sings so well, his voice is very magnetic, and, and, he dances really well too. Ah... he’s especially dreamy..."
Having spent a lot of time with Sophie, he roughly understood what she meant.
So, in her eyes, this "male" singer was especially great?
Charles remembered that.
"Hmm." Charles took a sip of mineral water and sat quietly in his seat.
Among all those who came to the concert, he was probably the only one who could stay so expressionless.
As time got closer, more and more people filled the venue, but strangely, the seats around Sophie’s were empty.
"How odd." Sophie puzzled aloud, "Julian Campbell’s concerts are always packed, how can there be empty VIP seats?"
It’s normal to have a few leftover seats in the stands, but not in VIP seats.
"I bought them," Charles said, which immediately shocked Sophie. "Why did you buy so many seats?"
"Crowded." Charles’s response was succinct, and Sophie instantly understood, then went silent.
Is this what they call being an indulgent spender?
Sophie grinned and leaned closer to Charles, asking, "Are you afraid the fans will crowd me?"
Charles’s gaze flickered; normally, he would never admit it, but he was trying to learn how to date, so...
"Hmm." Charles finished speaking and turned to look at the stage, "It’s about to start."
The topic shift was as awkward as it could be, especially since his earlobes were slightly red, which amused Sophie greatly.
Considering his sometimes thick, sometimes thin skin, Sophie went along and said, "Yes, yes."
Charles slightly frowned, feeling a bit dissatisfied inside.
Didn’t the internet say that after doing something touching for his girlfriend, she would throw herself into his arms, or maybe even kiss him?
Why wasn’t that happening for him?
Is that guide even accurate?
Amidst Charles’s conflicted frustration, the concert began.
Julian Campbell descended from the lift, and as soon as he started singing, a wave of cheers erupted from the crowd.
As a currently popular singer, Julian Campbell’s live performance was truly a spectacle.
After a few songs, Julian, sweating, used a tissue to wipe his forehead and laughed, asking, "Are you all happy?"
"Happy——" Everyone shouted in unison, the momentum was astonishing.
No matter the size of the commotion, it was irrelevant to Charles, but... why was the Sophie next to him joining the shouting?